Unsurprisingly, talk in Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar by Luv Ranjan is dirt cheap. Some individuals are infatuated with their own sounds (the louder the better). With the slightest provocation, they start acting yackety-yak. There isn’t much time for them to relax in between each lengthy monologue. If one has the wherewithal to add up the film’s endless convolutions and contortions, Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar, Bollywood’s Holi and International Women’s Day release, amounts to more farce than humour, more chaos than caprice, and more dalliance than romance.
Initially, Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar is a discounted version of Zindagi Naa Milegi Dobaara. It finally reaches the territory of Rajshri Pictures and Dharma Productions. The movie tries to make up for its lack of depth with a tonne of jargon. It takes a time for the male lead, who is portrayed by Ranbir Kapoor with misdirected fervour, to realise how pointless it all is. He wonders out loud, Bina baat ke saara drama hua. He’s spot on. Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar is indeed a case of much hollow hullabaloo about absolutely nothing.
When a 30-year-old guy and a 27-year-old lady make heavy weather of a romance that starts on a fiery note and ends in unfettered puerility, Tu Jhoothi Main Makkaar fluctuates between pure nonsense and billowy bluster.
The actors don’t only talk at a nineteen to the dozen rate. Without ceasing, they shout and hector. Even Dimple Kapadia, who plays a meddling matron, is forced to use all of her lung might. Ranbir Kapoor is the only person who can save a movie that is more empty banter than any substance when he can shake off the omnipresent silliness.
